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As a great enjoyer of iced coffee, you always made sure to keep ice cubes topped up in your refrigerator for whatever situation you may need it in. The situation always happened to be iced coffee, until your boyfriend stumbled his way into a discovery.
Spencer had never been the most careful boyfriend. He'd tripped over his own feet on your first date, falling head first into the floor. Sadly as your hands were connected, he'd taken you down with him. He was constantly dropping things, fumbling them and trying to act cool when you were just happy to have his dopey self around.
You were especially happy about his lack of coordination when he was bringing you the ice from the freezer. Distracted by your work, you'd let the ice in your drink melt down and become room temperature, but not wanting to drag yourself out of the zone, you sent Spencer to get the ice for you.
"Should I just bring the tray, or do you only want a few cubes?" He shouted from your kitchen, sounding unsure.
"Just bring the tray, but could you hit it a few times to make sure the cubes actually come loose?" He hit it a few times and you giggled at his small "ow" coming from the kitchen.
"Okay, they're loose and ready for yo- oh no." With a grunt he tripped over the rug by your sofa, catching himself on the edge. He managed to get himself upright quickly, but not before a near pornographic moan ripped from your mouth as one of the loose ice cubes landed against your hot skin, trailing down between your breasts.
It was only a single ice cube, but the fresh feeling of it against your skin woke you up. It sank further into your shirt, leaving a happy, wet trail between your breasts that your boyfriend happily followed with his eyes.
He swallowed uncomfortably, then placed the rest of the ice cubes carefully down, moving your laptop off your lap as well.
"Here, let me help you with that." Slowly, he travelled behind you and slipped a hand down your shirt, spreading his fingers to feel for the ice cube. You sucked in a breath as he caught the remnants of it, bringing it up over the curve of your chest and letting it settle over your nipple.
"Spencer, what are you- fuck?" His other hand reached to the tray to grab a second cube now that the other had melted away to nothing, rolling it over your other nipple as you relaxed your entire body into the sensation.
"You seemed to like it. I'm just testing a theory." He said, and you opened your eyes noticing that he did have that driven, curious look in his eyes once again.
He kept up his movements with the second ice cube, then a third and a fourth each time they melted, watching you squirm and push your thighs together as you tried not to beg.
Eventually he pulls his hands away, and you're slightly disappointed that he's finished exploring. Until he sits right beside you on the couch and pulls you into his lap, right over his now swollen dick, hot and heavy where his hands are cold and light.
"I think I need to do some more research, baby." He says, gently coaxing your arms up to tug off your shirt before moving onto your yoga pants. Eventually, you're laid bare over his lap and he's reaching for yet another ice cube.
He moved slowly with this one, starting at your collarbone, letting it trace over both nipples before pushing lower and lower. He hooked his spare hand under one of your thighs holding you open for his wandering hand.
Just as you think the ice cube is going to move further down, to touch your burning clit and offer you more relief, it disappears and his hands are off you.
"More, please Spencer. I want you to do it more." You gasp and moan the words, turning your head into his chest so you can look up at him.
"Since you asked so nicely," and suddenly the ice is shooting up your spine, licking around your clit and cunt, mixing either the generous amount of slick arousal you'd already produced. You buck up into his hands and he holds the ice still on his palm, letting you use it to get yourself off.
It's not enough though, and melts even quicker than before when in contact with your desperate pussy. You beg him for more and more, and he delivers, pressing the cold further and further into your skin.
Eventually, he slips his hot cock out of his pants, slipping it up and into you as you grind messily against his fingers. The mix of hot and cold drives you crazy, as you begin to ride him and don't stop.
He doesn't move his hand from your clit, but he does bring the other up to your neck to press down an icy hand around your airways, leaving you breathless as you finally cum around his cock. He isn't far behind you, pulling out of you to jack off until his sperm spurts up between your thighs, hitting your exposed stomach.
"I never knew you were such a fan of the cold," he whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your neck before helping you slide down to the sofa beside him once again.
"Neither did I."
"Do you think you'd be just as big of a fan of heat? I have another theory about wax I've been meaning to test."